Welcome December — THE CELEBRATION MONTH!!!, Monday, December 1, 2025

Right on cue, the December sky — turned to winter colors!

Welcome, December!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Fence Work —- Yep! A Little Bit All Along, Monday, November 10, 2025

Isn’t that pretty?  Love the colors

Happy Autumn, Ya All!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

THIS IS IT!!!, Monday, September 8, 20205

We did it!!!

The last set of irrigation water has occurred.  Tomorrow, Terry will turn off the water to the farm.  The only time we will turn it back on is if we don’t get any rain and the alfalfa starts to suffer.

We are not only winding down.  We have WOUND down!

(The irrigation water stays in the canal until the first week in November.  Many farms below us still have crops to irrigate.  It’s just that we are done.

The canal is not done.

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda

Next Day, Marble, Colorado, —Monday, July 14, 2025

One thing Wayne had always wanted to do (as an adult) was to go to Marble, Colorado

(Click on the blue to learn more)

So off we went!

Touring the old factory site, going up to the Mine Entrance

And eating at the famous BBQ spot.  It wasn’t too busy that day, we only had a 30 minute wait.

Marble!  A fun place to visit.  An interesting place to learn about.  And Good Company!

Perfect!

Word of the day: Kawaakari (n): The gleam of last light on a river’s surface at dusk; the glow of a river in the darkness.  Origins Japanese

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

First Cutting—Second Field—, ALFLAFA!, Monday, June 23, 2025

First cutting

Of the second field

Thick, beautiful, lush ALFALFA!

Feath (n): The state of being calm; peacefulness; absence of worry, anger, fear, or other strong negative emotion; (in place or situation).  The state of being calm; absence of noise and disturbance.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Linda

Little Chirrups and Hums, and Even Beautiful Silence, Monday, June 9, 2025

I try to be silent

Not loud, so I can see all those wonderful little creatures

I love seeing what I can see

These amazing lithe animals

Of Which moves as silently as a whisper

So when I see them, I try to softly enjoy each.

Yugen (noun): A profound awareness of the Universe that triggers feelings too deep and mysterious for words.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

We Took a Wee Trip—Just a Tiny One, Monday, June 2, 2025

On Sunday, we decided to do some more traveling.

We turned onto the Canna Creek Road, just before Whitewater, Colorado,

Then traveled up the Land’s End Road to the Reeder Mesa turn-off

What a treat!

Lots of building going on up there, BUT

Like I showed you earlier, this Pronghorn ran alongside us for a goodly little way.  It was

acting like he/she was looking for its herd.

Then we entered Whitewater, Colorado, and drove to Grand Junction to eat ribs at Texas Roadhouse.

Back home before the heat built up into sweltering.

A good day for sure!

Fernweh (n): An ache for distant places; a craving for travel.

Your friend  on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Novalunosis—A State of Wonderment, Monday, May 12, 2025

I love looking for the mysterious rainbow clouds 

They are not always there, but when they are —-STUNNING!

Novalunosis  Noun  [nova-loon-ohsis]:  The state of relaxation and wonderment experienced while gazing upon the stars.  Origin: Vowlenu Lexicon

From my world to your heart,

Linda

I Can Sometimes Feel the Throbbing of the Earth, Monday, May 5, 2025

Plus the strumming of the Earth’s vibrations

As spring starts warming the air—in a more substantial way.

My lilacs froze this year (along with all the fruit), but this late bloom made it—to lift the spirits of anyone who passes by.

We had a cold front move through, bringing back winter sunrises—just for a couple of days

Here is our headgate (the long metal box) where time always seems to stand still —- the roaring, tumbling water mesmerizing!

Spring so full of life that sometimes you can feel the earth humming.

Gokotta   yo-‘kot-tah—Swedish  (n.):  “Dawn picnic to hear the first birdsong; the act of rising in the early morning to watch the birds or to go outside to appreciate nature.  

From my world to your heart,

Linda

That Hour Before Dawn Changes into —- HOPE, Monday, January 27, 2025

Once the sun comes the momentum of Hope is more like Confidence!

Good Morning, Sunshine!!!

“When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen.”—A.A. Milne

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda